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“Listen, this is stupid, but I need you to do a favor for me.”
Keigo is sitting next to his futon on the tatami mat, still looking around Touya’s room in poorly disguised wonder. Poor, poor, (literally poor) bird.
Not that Takami knew Touya knew that piece of information about him. Like it was hard to figure out what happened in his life once he had confessed his identity to Touya.
But Touya was nothing if not patient.
“You need a favor from me?” Keigo responds, turning to lift exaggerated eyebrows at Touya. He wants to punch it off the bird’s face, but he rolls his eyes instead.
“Yeah, that’s what I fucking said.”
“What could the great Todoroki Touya want from lil’ ole’ me?” Keigo grins, leaning back. His wings splay open to give him room. He’s in his commission-given outfit, a bland navy jumpsuit with cutouts for his wings; Touya is still in his prissy private school uniform since he cut class. He didn’t have a choice — he had planned this day too meticulously to lose time at school.
Endeavor was out on patrol, and he had slashed Shouto’s evening tutor’s tires on the way home. The uptight woman had probably already called Endeavor, but with the bi-yearly hero ranking only days away, Touya knew he wouldn’t come home.
Besides, it’d been years since Touya had said anything about his quirk or hero training to Endeavor. He had stopped talking about Shouto even before that. What danger could the #2 Hero’s prized possession be in at home?
“My little sister…she heard me talking on the phone with you the other day,” Touya says, lying smoothly. “I showed her a picture of us and she got all obsessed with your wings. Wants to be a hero and everything. Begged me to let you see her.”
He pauses to sigh for dramatic effect. “I know it’s ridiculous, but she’s my little sister, so…even someone like me can’t say no.”
Not like Keigo would know any better, being an only child. It was so obvious too, from the way he hung onto Touya’s every word when he’d talk about his siblings; his wide-eyed gaze when looking at pictures; poorly disguised eavesdropping when Natsuo called him.
“Don’t tell me,” Keigo laughs. “ You have a soft side? Well, now I have to meet her!”
“Try not to shed feathers all over my room while I’m gone,” Touya threatens, sliding the shoji door shut, which does nothing to muffle Keigo’s shout of she can keep them as souvenirs!
Shouto’s room is almost exactly on the other side of the house from his, twice the size since Endeavor remodeled the wing for her and her training. He doesn’t announce his presence before entering her room.
“Oi.”
It’s pathetic how Shouto didn’t even hear him coming, and even more pathetic how she turns to him in genuine excitement. “Touya-nii!” she exclaims, and her eyes widen. “Are you why Watanabe-sensei couldn’t come today…!”
“Bingo,” Touya snaps his fingers. “I know the hero rankings are coming up soon,” and here, he pauses to relish the terror that abruptly overtakes Shouto’s face. “So I wanted to do something that will make you happy before that.”
Shouto softly gasps. “Really…?”
“Of course. You know I love you, right?”
He crosses the room to sit next to her, where she had been practicing kanji. Shouto tentatively leans into him, and he pulls her closer, wrapping an arm to keep her still. She wriggles upwards, pressing soft sloppy kisses against his mouth. As much as Touya enjoys her horrible kissing, he’s on a schedule. Her bottom lip juts out accusingly as he pulls away. “This time, I’ve got a big surprise.”
The pout on her lips disappears at the words, and she’s looking at him with those stupid saucer eyes. Well, there’s a reason Touya had chosen to sit on her left. Endeavor has her trained her well enough that she sits quietly, waiting for him to continue.
“One of my friends from school really wants to meet you,” Touya says. “He’s good at keeping secrets. He’s going to be a hero soon. We got this to play with you.”
He pulls out the puzzle box he had stolen from behind his back. Shouto’s hands carefully cradle the box, looking at it in reverent wonder. Touya’s glad she loves puzzles so much, it’s the perfect excuse for staying quiet, and Touya doesn’t have to keep pretending he cares about her.
He lets her stare at the box a little longer. Shouto is slow, and always needs time to think before speaking. How Endeavor thinks she can ever be a good hero is beyond him.
Really, Touya will be doing him a favor by cutting those aspirations short.
He’s about to just pull her out of the room when she looks up. “Why does your…friend…want to meet me?”
“Well,” and here Touya leans in conspiratorially. “I may have asked him to come play with us. We play games together, but I’m your brother. You know you don’t have friends, Shouto.”
Her smile wilts a little. “I’m not allowed to have friends.”
“And we’re not allowed to see each other, but I make it happen. I brought him so you two can become friends. I got the puzzle, obviously. We can all play together.”
“Play together?” Shouto whispers. Dumb girl doesn’t even question why a 17-year-old boy would want to be her friend.
“Yup,” Touya pops the word. “But, you know, you’re still a little kid. He’s not like me. He doesn’t love you. He’s not going to stick around if all we do is play little kid games.”
“Oh,” Shouto says. “But he still wants to be my friend?”
“No, idiot,” Touya snaps, and has to take a deep breath to rein himself in when Shouto’s lips tremble. “He can only be your friend if you guys hang out regularly. You have to make him want to be your friend in other ways.”
“But I don’t know how,” Shouto says quietly. Touya runs his fingers through her red hair with the illusion of comforting her.
“The same reason we hang out, dumb lil sis. We’re friends, obviously we’ll want the same thing.”
And god — that hesitation, the way she stills completely underneath his hand and her breath catches — his cock is so fucking hard.
“But…”
“What now?”
She’s choosing her words too slowly. Touya bulldozes over it. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says, getting up. He takes the puzzle from her hands and doesn’t miss the way her eyes snap to follow the action. “It can still just be our thing. I just thought making your first friend would make you happy.”
“Can we still play the puzzle?”
So fucking entitled. Shouto has everything, the best room, the best teachers, the best clothes, the best quirk, the best training she could get — and was still so ungrateful. Touya will never, never forgive Endeavor for choosing this worthless brat.
He catches the flicker of blue flame out of the corner of his eyes. He never could completely control his quirk when irritated.
“Maybe later,” he says shortly. “I’m going to hang out with him. I got a Western game for us to play after too, the one on the T.V. we used to watch with Mom, but I’ll have to return it. You need more than two people for it.”
He takes his time walking to the door.
“...wait.”
So predictable. So unloved, so sheltered, so desperate for human connection. Endeavor created the perfect masterpiece for him to shatter. “I’m busy, Shouto.”
“I’ll…I’ll make him want to be my friend too.”
Touya turns halfway back. “He’s not going to be your friend if he knows you’re only pretending or because I told you to.”
If Shouto was even remotely human, she’d probably be wringing her hands, or biting her lips, or chewing her nails. Instead, she stares at him with her mannequin face. “I know that.”
“You’re going to suck at it.”
Shouto scowls. “No, I won’t! I can do it!”
“You’ll need some practice. Plus, the games are pretty exhausting, so you’ll have to drink a lot of water beforehand. I already drank.”
Her face is all determination and stubbornness as he maneuvers her onto his lap. A trait all three of them shared —it was what kept Touya alive, and what would ruin Endeavor and Shouto alike.
He taps at her lips. “You’re going to need to say ‘Thank you for playing with me, Keigo-san…’
It takes another five minutes for Touya to teach Shouto her script and load her with water. Keigo is still in the same position as he was earlier but Touya isn’t stupid; he put those disgusting Endeavor figures out to play into his role, and they were out of place. He doesn't look at where his camera is hidden and silently recording.
“You must be the famous little sister, huh,” Keigo says, he says in that hero persona voice of his. “I’m Takami Keigo. I’m Touya-nii-chan’s best friend!”
“Don’t ever say that again,” Touya reflexively snaps, but the bad joke is enough to pull Shouto away from where she had been hiding behind Touya’s knees. She introduces herself solemnly and then thrusts the puzzle box at Keigo without further announcement.
Keigo blinks in surprise, but like the perfect liar he is, smoothly composes himself. “Oh, you want us to play together?”
“Touya-nii got it for us to play so we can be friends,” Shouto says bluntly, and Keigo laughs like it’s a good-natured joke.
“Well, if that’s what Touya-nii wants…”
“We’re not going to finish it at this rate,” Touya interrupts.
“So grumpy,” Keigo chuckles, nudging Shouto. “He’s like an angry cat.”
Shouto considers this seriously. “I’ve never seen a cat before. Is he really?”
Unbothered, she starts shaking out the puzzle pieces from the box onto the floor. Keigo laughs awkwardly and makes eye contact with Touya. “She’s homeschooled,” he says in lieu of an explanation, and Keigo nods in response. It was telling that he accepted that statement at face value.
And wasn’t this the perfect representation of the flawed hero society? Here was a trained weapon who couldn’t even identify a child in a fucked up situation, with said naive child being the daughter of the Number 2 hero.
All their skill, all the attention focused on them and their success, and yet — Touya would outsmart them both.
“Come on,” Shouto complains, waving a puzzle piece. Touya lifts an eyebrow at Keigo, and the two of them settle cross-legged next to Shouto as she tries to group pieces together.
Touya barely even bothers to play, but his two social rejects don’t seem to notice, equally engrossed in making simple patterns match. “Look, I made it fit!” Shouto exclaims occasionally, while Touya replies wow, amazing, and Keigo replies wow Shouto-chan, that’s amazing!
Fifteen minutes — feels like fifty, really — they finish the puzzle. He jumps to his feet immediately and makes for the door. “Great work, team. I’m fucking starving. I’ll-”
Keigo cuts him off. “You shouldn’t swear in front of her,” he frowns. “She’s what, seven?”
Huh. Maybe they did get friendly when Touya wasn’t paying attention. That, or Keigo is trying his hand at what he thinks a responsible older brother should be.
“I’m nine!” Shouto says, puffing out her cheeks. “And I already know all the bad words! I’m not a baby!”
“I think your brother’s a horrible influence,” Keigo says.
If only you knew, birdie. “No, he’s not! Touya-nii is the best! He’s always nice to me and gives me kisses and wants me to have friends!”
“Kisses, huh?” Keigo laughs. “Damn, Touya, when will you give me a goodnight kiss?”
“Fuck off,” Touya rolls his eyes. “I’ll be back.”
He shuts the shoji door behind him and loudly walks down the hall. He gives it a minute and then heads back.
He’s not waiting too long. Shouto is too awkward to improvise anything besides what Touya has given her, and that material is only enough to get the job done. There’s a soft shout, and Keigo’s panicked voice mixes in with Shouto’s. Touya gives it another minute before walking back in.
“What are you – is Shouto fucking crying?”
Which – she is, one crystalline tear frozen on the right side of her face. His shout had come out more of an offended-angry instead of a protective-angry, but whatever. Touya’s forced her to cry for him enough that she could do it easily now.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Keigo says frantically, wings fluttering tremulously behind him. “She - she said she wanted to say thank you, and then she kissed me!”
“He pushed me away! He said he didn’t want to…”
Touya ignores Shouto. “Did you kiss her back?”
Keigo’s wings go still. “What?”
Touya rolls his eyes. “You’re right, dumb question. Why didn’t you kiss her back?”
Shouto has thankfully shut up and is sitting patiently to the side as Keigo looks between the two of them in clear confusion. “I - what? She’s — she’s your sister!”
“So?”
“So?! Shouldn’t you be more upset?”
“You’re right, I am fucking upset. I leave you two for barely a few minutes and this happens?”
“You can’t possibly be blaming this on me,” Keigo retorts. He’s looking between the two of them with a cornered look in his eyes. Which — Keigo should be used to being blamed for things, if the sob story he’s told Touya is accurate (which it is, because Keigo is a horrible liar, and Touya effortlessly cut through his earlier lies to get to this point). He just has to play into it.
“It sounds like you’re the one who said no. She just wanted to say thank you,” Touya says with faked incredulousness.
“Did I do something wrong?” Shouto asks, voice wavering.
Touya crosses the room to kneel in front of her. “No, baby, you didn’t.” He turns her around before pulling her into a hug, so watery eyes can incriminate Keigo.
“I just wanted to be friends,” she says softly.
“Shouto-chan, it’s not like that —” Keigo tries, before Touya interrupts.
“Not like what?”
“Like - like this! She’s nine, she shouldn’t —” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not acting crazy, I know I’m not. She doesn’t get it.”
“I do get it!” Shouto exclaims, and Touya discreetly pinches her thigh to shut her up. She didn’t even really say anything wrong, and it was part of the script, but he had just been about to say something himself.
And maybe he wanted to bring those pretty tears back to her eyes as well. So sue him.
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” Touya accuses. “It’s not like you made her do anything. She wanted to. For fuck’s sake, I told you she really wanted to meet you, and now you’ve gone and made her fucking cry.”
“That’s…” Touya can see his resolve begin to waver. “Shouto-chan, you don’t have to kiss me to be friends. We can be friends anyway! C’mon, let’s play another game or something.”
“Oh - !” Shouto perks up with enthusiasm, but a chilling look from Touya has her faltering. “ - but I want to kiss you.”
“I don’t get why you’re being so difficult,” Touya adds. He pushes Shouto towards Keigo, boxing him into the corner of the room.
“Do you kiss her like that too?” Keigo tries again.
“I do whatever she wants me to do,” Touya says simply, in what is probably the biggest lie of the night.
It can’t have been that surprising, but Keigo still sits stunned. It’s a long enough pause that Touya impatiently pushes Shouto forward again. She trips over his feet, and the bred (but not born) hero catches her reflexively.
“Kiss her,” Touya demands, and Shouto leans forward to press closed lips against the other man’s.
Keigo makes an aborted sound but doesn’t move away, staring into Shouto’s open eyes. She pulls away first and turns to look back at Touya, an unsure look on her face.
He grasps her face in between two hands and doesn’t even heat them, bending her head backward to give her a soft kiss. Shouto’s eyes flutter in surprise. Touya is never gentle, but he has a point to prove now, as he continues to move his lips against Shouto’s.
Looking up, he catches Keigo’s wide eyes as he pushes his tongue into Shouto’s mouth. He rubs circles into her cheeks even as he holds her head in an uncomfortable grip.
“You’re…you’re actually…”
Touya doesn’t break eye contact when he pulls away. A string of saliva connects him to Shouto, he lets it hang for a second before it snaps back onto Shouto’s nose. “See? No need to be dramatic, birdie.”
“I want to kiss again,” Shouto says pouting.
“Oh,” Keigo says, again, unsure.
“Why don’t you show Keigo just how thankful you are, Sho?”
Shouto bites her lip, nodding seriously. “Okay.” She kisses Keigo again and begins to rock against the leg she’s sitting on. Touya grabs Keigo’s hands to place on her hips. Caught off guard, he opens his mouth, and Shouto takes full advantage, panting against Keigo’s lips.
“Hey,” Keigo mutters, a little panicked, as Shouto rubs herself silly on his thigh. “Wait.” His breath catches as Shouto slides against his cock. He tries to jerk away, but Touya is still keeping his hands in place, and he only succeeds in bucking up against Shouto.
“Ah…feels good, Keigo-san,” Shouto whimpers. Even if she’s saying canned lines Touya has taught her, Touya knows that if he lifts her skirt, he’ll find her panties wet. “Want more.”
“Thank fuck she’s so nice,” Touya remarks smartly. “You better do what she wants.”
“This isn’t right,” Keigo tries to protest, but his breath is starting to come out ragged.
“Why? Because the Commission told you?” Touya argues, purposefully creating the false dichotomy. “You’re going to trust them after everything they did to you?”
“They - that’s not -” His words cut off again as Shouto kisses him again.
“You don’t like it?” Shouto says, confused.
“Fucking kiss her back, Takami!” Touya snaps, and with a jerky movement, Keigo does just that.
“Ah,” Shouto hums happily, and Keigo presses back against her lips clumsily, like he’s never kissed before. He probably never has, which sends a jolt of arousal through Touya at the opportunity to corrupt him too.
Unfortunately for the little hero, she’s just happy that her nii-san is happy.
Touya watches them knock teeth for a bit. It’s painful how much Keigo is letting Shouto lead. Touya lets go of one of Keigo’s hands and watches for a moment; once satisfied that the hero won’t snatch it back, he slips his hand down to circle over Shouto’s clit with his index finger.
She starts with the stimulation, and grinds down harder against Keigo’s thigh. Touya pushes her closer still so that her little cunt brushes over Keigo’s cock more consistently.
“Hey-” Keigo starts.
“Not good?” Shouto says, face falling again.
“Not that, Shouto-chan, but this is—”
“I hope you’re not about to finish that sentence with what I think you are,” Touya interjects. He takes the opportunity to snap her panties off, and Shouto squeaks with the resulting sharp sting. He runs two fingers up and down her slit, coaxing more wetness to coat his hand before he pushes her back onto Keigo.
“This is fucked…you’re fucked!” Keigo chokes, as his hips give an involuntary shudder and he pushes back against Shouto.
“You think I should slap her around for being vulnerable? Beat her like your handlers beat you?”
“That’s not what I’m saying…”
“Keigo-san, I want it…” Shouto mewls. She’s so tiny that she can’t lean up to kiss Keigo with Touya keeping her pressed down. He lets up on the pressure and pushes her upwards so she can close that distance again. Underneath her, Keigo’s cock is hard, the tented fabric wet with Shouto’s slick.
“What do you want, baby?” Touya asks, biting at her ear lobe.
Shouto averts her eyes. “In me,” she mutters softly, and the way she glances back at Touya from mismatched eyelashes is hesitant and guilty all together. Little brat. Deliberately vague, especially knowing how much Touya likes her to repeat what filthy, vulgar things will happen to her.
(Plus the look in her eyes, like Touya will change his mind and fuck her instead — like she wants it —)
Touya puts it out of his mind and gestures to Keigo instead. “You heard her.”
“What the – Touya, I’m not going to fucking—”
“Why are you telling me? Tell it to her,” Touya cuts off. He grips Keigo’s member with one hand then slips his hand past Keigo’s waistband to pull it out. “Better tell it to your cock. You’re hard, no matter how much you chirp.”
He strokes it quick, Shouto’s residual wetness coating both his hand and Keigo’s shaft. His other hand pinches one of Shouto’s nipples from outside her shirt. She gasps, and with Keigo’s attention caught, Touya slips under Shouto’s shirt to twist at the nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” Keigo hisses, as Touya grips the head of his cock harder, and Shouto cries out.
“I want - I want - ”
He stops teasing both of them abruptly, and they both let out identical choked sounds at the sudden stop. Pulling back, Touya eases Shouto’s head into his lap, bringing her legs up and out to present her dripping cunt to Keigo.
“Isn’t she pretty?” Touyo hums. He pulls her folds apart, exposing Shouto’s pretty pink hole, and Keigo doesn’t look away.
“Do something,” Shouto begs.
Keigo has his cock in his hand, but sits unmoving. “I shouldn’t —”
“God, Keigo,” Touya says. “You don’t have to fuck her if you’re going to have such a moral crisis over it. Just put the tip in so she feels good.” He fits two fingers inside her, and Shouto squirms in his lap with short, keening cries. “It doesn’t take much.”
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to Shouto’s mouth, who dutifully laps at it. Keigo’s eyes don’t leave Shouto’s twitching hole, but he’s still caught in indecision.
He startles when Touya slaps her pussy, and she jerks up with a cry. “Say that again, Shou?”
“Please, nii-san,” she says, and Touya smacks her clit again, irritated that she’s still focusing on him and not Keigo. Her legs are shaking slightly, and he pulls them open further still.
“She’ll either cum from pain, or pleasure,” Touya says lazily, pinching at her clit as Shouto mewls in between them. “And she wants pleasure. From you. So are you going to do what you both want, or not?”
Keigo runs a hand through his hair. “I - I want to - but -”
“Keigo-san,” Shouto cries out as Touya slaps her pussy again.
A delicious look of guilt crosses over Keigo’s face, and he angles his cock towards Shouto’s entrance.
“Just the tip,” Keigo swallows.
“Just the tip,” Touya repeats.
And with tantalizing slowed movement, Keigo slips the head of his cock into her pussy.
“ Oh,” Shouto gasps. “It feels different.”
Keigo is thrusting into her shallowly, hands loosely gripping Shouto’s hips; Touya’s surprised he can stay hard with how carefully he’s adhering to just the tip. Shouto is whimpering beneath the two of them, limbs shaking with how much she wants to move them.
Touya wants to bite at her lips but he’s not keen on sharing with Keigo. He taps at the corner of hers and glassy eyes turn to look up at him as she obediently parts her lips. Leaning over her, Touya lets his spit drip into her pretty pink trembling mouth. Shouto’s panting softly when he pulls away, and he has to slap her cheek to remind her to close her mouth and swallow.
At the sound, Keigo starts and seems to come back to himself. He pulls his cock out of Shouto’s little pussy but hesitates.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Shouto?” His fucked out little sister needed to be reminded of her lines. She blinks a couple of times and Touya has to grasp her by the roots of her hair, grounding her with the pinch of pain.
“Feels good,” she echoes. “Feels good, Keigo-san, please keep going. I want your cock, Keigo-san! Please fuck me.”
“Don’t say that,” Keigo says quietly, avoiding Touya’s eyes. Touya pushes her down from her head so Shouto rubs up against Keigo’s cock.
“Are you really going to deny her?” He leans over to spread her legs open invitingly, and Shouto is forced to curve upwards into his chest to fit. “She asked so nicely.”
“It - she shouldn’t,” Keigo stutters, eyes still focused on Shouto’s cunt. “She’s too young, she shouldn’t–”
“So were you,” Touya says cruelly, throwing what Keigo had once confided to him back in his face. “At least Shouto wants it. She’s fucking begging for it.”
“I want it,” Shouto repeats, like the good blank doll she is. Despair echoes around Keigo’s face.
Touya really does not want to have to grab Keigo’s dick again and force him to fuck Shouto, especially since it could be explained away on the recording. But Shouto, sweet, silly, stupid Shouto reaches down with her left hand to grab Keigo’s and gives him a soft smile. “I want to be friends.”
Keigo chokes, and pushes the head of his shaft back into her. Shouto gasps prettily again, as if she hadn’t just been getting fucked by it, but at least Keigo was done being hesitant with this.
Touya pulls his cock out from the waistband of his school pants and lays it across the left side of Shouto’s face, rubbing the tip of the leaking head against her scar when he slides across. When he has the time, he loves to cum on it, over Endeavor’s eyes, into his hair, onto what disfigured her. Touya only wishes it was his fire that did it.
He grasps red hair again and slides his cock into her mouth. At this angle, forced to tilt her head back, Shouto chokes around his length, drool escaping from the side of her mouth.
He fucks into it but hits the back of her throat too easily. As enjoyable as the spasming of her throat around his cock was, Touya would rather not be puked on right now, so he has to settle for shallowly fucking her mouth.
“Look at you,” he mutters, uncaring if Keigo hears. He pinches her nose shut to force her into a deep gasping breath, and shudders with the gurgle around his length. “Little masterpiece stuffed full of cock on both ends, fucking drooling and creaming all over herself.”
He thinks of Endeavor walking in early from his patrol, seeing his toy broken by Touya, realizing she’ll never amount even a fraction of what he could have. He can barely focus on her.
Shouto is Touya’s to ruin, has been ever since she cried for the first time and Endeavor stopped looking at him altogether. He’ll break her down and build her back up wrapped around his cock. He’ll fuck her full of so much cum that when she first has her period she’s bound to get pregnant. He’s already started to prepare her to not tell Endeavor, being vague about what it is; he can’t risk their father putting her immediately on birth control like Touya knows he would.
(Which — would never be a problem with Touya, and Endeavor chose a useless girl over him. And so Touya will give him a useless girl.)
He can’t wait to spirit her away, forcing her to stop training when all the pregnancy symptoms start, and then for the baby. And once she’s ruined her body and turned her muscles soft, once she’s given birth with only Touya around — he’ll fuck her again until she’s trapped with a baby again. It runs in the Todoroki blood, after all. Like father, like son.
And then — then Touya will show Endeavor what exactly has become of his lovely protegé.
He can’t decide whether to send a picture of the first time he fucked Shouto, so Endeavor would realize how long he had been too blinded to see what was happening right under his nose, or one of the blue-eyed babies with red hair suckling on her milk-heavy tits.
Exposing Endeavor to the world would happen at the same time, of course, to crumble the empire that no longer had an heir, but Touya’s only interested in seeing the ruin on his father’s face.
He focuses and finds his fingers on his phone hovering over the video call button next to Endeavor’s starred contact. It takes a great deal of self-restraint to close out and take a few pictures instead. Tear-streaked and red-cheeked Shouto with her throat and cunt split around cock. “Smile,” he says, and she tries to move her lips around his cock. Framed by her tears, Touya almost comes right then and there.
He pulls his cock back. Shouto coughs for a good minute, gasping for air and not turning any less red. Touya doesn’t wait for her to catch her breath before pulling red hair in front and kissing her.
She tries to kiss back, sloppy open-mouthed desperation. Touya grabs her by the neck and squeezes; when she gasps for air, he licks across her mouth while she passively hangs it open.
“You’re doing great, Shouto,” he praises, and her eyes curve up in happiness. Gross. Now Touya feels like throwing up. “I think it’s really working.”
He throws a glance at Keigo, who looks more lost in his head than in his dick, and privately reassesses that thought. Must be all the karma from lying to Shouto — now his last words turned out to already be a lie.
“Touya-nii,” Shouto mewls. “I - I think - we need to stop.”
It’s a good thing he anticipated Keigo to be too bleeding heart to actually cum in her. “Why’s that, huh? You don’t care anymore?”
“No,” Shouto tries to say before coughing. “No - I just - I feel like - like- ” Her mouth snaps shut and she looks off to the side.
Grasping her by the chin, he forces her head back towards his, and the shame written across her face brings the beginning of manic glee. He can’t believe how lucky he is. “Spit it out.”
“I — I have to — to pee,” she says so quietly, that if Touya hadn’t already known what she was going to say, he might not have heard it at all.
A full-body shudder goes through Keigo, and Shouto cries out as he thrusts too far in. Touya’s mouth begins to stretch into a grin. It wasn’t luck, not when the gods and Endeavor alike had forsaken him. It was him.
It was Touya who found Keigo lurking around the city’s underbelly, so fucking green and bad at trying to be bad that it physically hurt. Touya who carefully cultivated a friendship with the HPSC’s hero plant, pulling secrets and trust out of him like a fishing line. Touya who had the brains and the wit to find out the bird’s every secret, his name well-known to him before Hawks ever told him.
And obviously, Touya who guessed Keigo’s phone password — Keigo, who was too stupid to even open up an incognito browser when watching porn.
Shouto is squirming underneath him, but with Touya holding her from the top, all she does is spasm around Keigo’s dick. “Nii-san,” she moans, pleading eyes beginning to tear again. She’s trying to close into herself, close her cunt to save herself from imminent embarrassment, but from the choked gasps Keigo is making, she’s only tightening herself up even more around his cock.
“T-Touya,” he stammers, even as he continues to rock into his friend’s baby sister. “Maybe we should—”
“Shut up,” Touya cuts him off. “I know this is your biggest wet fantasy, so just enjoy the goddamn show.”
Keigo starts with that, but Touya has Shouto by the hips and just shoves her further down. “That’s — it’s not like that —”
Touya contorts Shouto until she’s bent in half, head against the floor as her legs hang above her. “Come on,” he shoves at Keigo. “Hold her up.”
“N-no, Touya-nii…” Shouto begs, and Touya has to begin stroking his cock again.
“What’s the matter?” He asks cruelly.
“I told you!” She cries. “I – it’s embarrassing! Touya-nii, please!”
Shouto’s legs quiver in the air as she tries to weakly push at Keigo. Touya gathers her hands in one of his and pushes against her stomach with the other. Shouto whines with the pressure, futilely trying to bring her legs together.
“Fuck, Touya,” Keigo chokes out as Shouto’s legs begin quivering in his hands. “Fuck, fuck, I can feel your fucking hand, fuck!” Two feathers detach to flutter against Shouto’s clit, and fresh tears leak out from the overstimulation.
“Let me make you feel good – it’ll feel so good, I promise Shouto, you’re doing so good–“ Keigo is babbling, and Touya is tuning the nauseatingly sweet praise out. Every time he pushes down on her bladder, she squeezes her cunt to try and stop herself from leaking, and like the dumb slut she is, makes it even tighter for Keigo.
“Touya-nii please, I - I can’t hold it, I really can’t!”
“You’re still a dumb baby, Shouto,” Touya smirks, all wide teeth in his smile. “You just can’t help it.”
“I’m - I’m not,” she’s trying to say but she’s not even looking at him, eyes squeezed shut as she whimpers cutely.
“You are, you really really really are.” He kisses her then, and she’s lax beneath him, moaning helplessly. Keigo is fucking into her with definitely more than the tip, but Touya isn’t complaining. “You can’t do anything without me.”
Her eyes open, red from tears, and her entire upper body tenses with her tell-tale signs of climax. In an instant, he incinerates the feathers on her clit because he’s the one making her cum, not this stupid bird. Shouto’s mouth hangs open, eyes blank as her voice chokes in on itself. He lets go of her hands to push as hard as he can against her stomach —
— and she wails, piss dripping from her pussy straight onto her chest with the angle, as she cums. “Oh, fuck,” Keigo gasps, fucking furiously into her as she shakes around him, bending her even further so that she ends up pissing straight onto her face.
“No, no, no,” Shouto begins to cry fresh tears as her clit twitches from the sudden lack of attention, ruining her orgasm even as it overtakes her completely.
Keigo suddenly pushes her into herself with a single fuck, trying to brace himself up on his elbows to do god knows what sappy moment as he cums.
His eyes are squeezed shut as his wings shake around him, a low grunt escaping him as he pushes himself deep inside Shouto. Touya gives him a generous five seconds to enjoy his fetish come to life before he’s shoving Keigo flat onto his ass. He ignores the indignant Hey!, quickly resuming the other boy’s position, forcing Shouto to stay in her contorted pose.
Her tiny cunt is wrecked, and Touya starts to laugh and laugh and laugh as cum leaks out from her pussy. Shouto’s managed to completely dampen her hair, causing it to stick to her face; she tries to turn away and Touya has to grab her face and pinch her nose shut for her to open her mouth and swallow her own slick and piss.
And she does, without any complaint.
“Look at you,” Touya croons, pumping his cock with one hand as he fingers cum out of her pussy and onto her face. “You made such a mess. I’ll have to clean it up too.”
Her mouth works silently for a few seconds before she manages to stutter out, “Sorry, nii-san…”
He slaps her face with his cock, once, twice, thrice, and Shouto dumbly lets her mouth hang open in response. He can’t resist, bending down to bite on her lips and suck on her tongue as he jerks his cock with his other hand.
“Touya-nii…”
Her lips are quivering beneath his, and he can tell she’s trying to hold her moans in. “Did - did I do it right?” Shouto asks in a small voice.
Touya wraps her red hair around his cock as he continues to thrust into his fist. “Yeah, fucking peachy, baby,” he mutters, tightening his grip over the head of his cock.
“Oh,” Shouto says, and honest to god, smiles, in all her filthy glory. “I’m happy, then.”
“Fuck, Shou-chan,” With a groan, Touya cums, making sure to avoid her mouth and cover as much of her face and hair as possible.
Shouto looks — dare he say it — cute, lying fucked out, and covered in piss and cum. Her muscles are twitching weakly as her pussy spasms around nothing, and there’s a dumb little smile on her face that disappears each time she heaves for air.
He’ll reduce her to nothing like a fuckdoll, the way Endeavor reduced their mother and then locked her away. Maybe he’ll cut off her limbs, just have her body there to fuck and ruin with children. Her quirk would be as good as gone, and she wouldn’t be able to surpass a baby, much less All Might.
He’s distracted by a sudden burst of air. Keigo flees so quickly, Touya’s surprised he has the wherewithal to grab his aviator goggles. Post-nut clarity was a bitch.
Unfortunately for him, videos were permanent. Touya wouldn’t leak them just yet. That would come once he had completely ruined Endeavor, once society’s trust in the flawed hero system was shaken. With the Hero Commission pulling the strings in the background, Hawks was sure to be in the top ten.
It was one thing to have one hero fall. It was another for two heroes to be so villainous.
And when society finally crumbled to ash under his hands, Endeavor would finally be forced to look at him. He would rue the day he threw Touya away like he was a useless toy to play with the new Frankenstein doll.
“He left,” Shouto says, a small frown cracking her cum-stained face. “We didn’t even finish playing.
“He’ll come back,” Touya says confidently. He will, because he has no other choice, and because Touya will present Shouto naked and flustered and begging again, and Keigo’s already sinned once.
Her frown smooths out, and Touya is sad to see it go. “Oh. Does that mean we’ll do this again?”
Touya can’t stop himself from grinning. Shouto’s smile spreads in response, and her complete misunderstanding of the situation has him laughing. “For you,” Touya promises. For you, little masterpiece, he thinks, and pushes his cock back between her lips.